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The British Knight

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Louise Bay

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When I’m offered the chance to leave New York to live in London for three months, I can’t pack my suitcase fast enough.

As soon as I touch down I’m obsessing over red telephone boxes, palaces and all the black cabs.

But my favorite place is the tube. It’s wall-to-wall hot British men in suits.

When I’m offered a temporary job working for a barrister, I say, sign me up.

On my first commute into work, it’s a total accident when I lose my balance and fall against the most handsome Brit alive. He’s as charming as James Bond and as suave as Mr. Darcy. I want to lick tea from his hard abs and listen to his accent all night long.

Turns out Mr. Handsome is my new boss. And his attitude isn’t as hot as his gorgeous face, broad shoulders and tight ass. He’s brooding, short-tempered and the most arrogant man I’ve ever met.

As we’re fighting, out of nowhere he kisses me. And I’m pretty sure I see fireworks over Big Ben and hear God Save the Queen.

I wasn’t looking for the fairytale but I might have found my knight in shining armor. The problem is he lives an ocean away

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Men and cocktails were two of my favorite things to waste time on, and I made sure my day always had plenty of either one or the other. “Cheers.” I raised my drink and clinked it against the glasses of two of my most treasured people in the world—my sister, Scarlett, and her sister-in-law Darcy. We were at some fancy bar in SoHo where the drinks were twice the price of a car. It was Darcy’s first night in New York City, and I wasn’t going to worry about how I was going to pay for anything tonight when I had no job to go to tomorrow. I adored her and didn’t get to see her as often as I’d like as she lived in England, so I was all about the positive. Maybe I could get her laid as a welcome gift? Sex always put me in a good mood. I was certainly going to find someone to go home with. I needed to forget what a terrible week I’d had, and I wasn’t sure just one of my favorite things was going to be enough. It was going to take alcohol and a man.

“Is there anyone special in England at the moment?” Scarlett asked Darcy. “Someone to sweep you off your feet?”

I groaned. “She’s not Cinderella. She’s a capable, confident woman who needs no sweeping. The question you should be asking is whether or not she’s had any good sex lately.”

“I’m not saying she’s not capable and confident, but a knight in shining armor is always a good thing,” Scarlett replied.

“I wish I had sisters,” Darcy said, grinning at the two of us.

Scarlett and I bickered because we were opposites. She was married for a second time. I had no desire to tie myself down to one man. Scarlett had a successful career whereas I couldn’t even keep a waitressing job. She had two kids and I wasn’t allowed a cat.

She was going to kill me when she found out I’d been fired.

But she was my sister and I loved her.

“It’s the best,” Scarlett said, “though I wish she’d listen to me a little more often.”

“You just need to accept that not everyone wants the house in Connecticut with the perfect husband and two perfect but very loud children.” I glanced around the room. What I wanted was ferocious sex with someone who could make me forget about what was or wasn’t going to happen tomorrow. But no one had caught my eye so far.

“I just want you to be happy,” Scarlett said, tilting her head to the side.

“Well that makes two of us.” The last thing I needed was my sister’s pity. Especially today. “Anyway, what are you going to do while you’re in New York?” I asked Darcy. “I can come on the tourist trail with you if you’d like.”

“Don’t you have work?” Scarlett asked.

The problem with being close with my sister was that as much as we might be dissimilar, we couldn’t hide things from each other.

“Sure, but I can fit my shifts around Darcy. I want you to have a good time.” I took another sip of my cocktail, avoiding my sister’s burning gaze.

“Oh, Violet. You didn’t quit your job again, did you?”

From the corner of my eye, I caught the sag of Scarlett’s shoulders and the bow of her head.

“Not exactly,” I said.

I didn’t want to see that look of disappointment in her eyes. Couldn’t she just accept that I wasn’t interested in a highflying career? Life had taught me more than once that the moment was to be enjoyed and that tomorrow could be figured out when it arrived.

“Not exactly?” she asked. “I thought you liked the girls at that place?”

“I did.” The other waitresses had been a lot of fun and the tips had been amazing. “But I don’t think I should put up with it when my ass gets grabbed at work.”

“Who grabbed your arse?” Darcy asked.

“This regular we have. He does it to all of us, but I don’t see why it’s okay.”

“It’s totally not okay. So you quit?” Scarlett asked.

“No, I called him a sleazy prick and I got fired,” I explained, ready to move on. I’d dealt with enough assholes in my time—I didn’t want to waste any time thinking about them. “Hopefully it will mean he’ll lay off the other waitresses. At least for a while.”

I’d discovered that the way not to be disappointed in life was to have few expectations and the easiest way to keep expectations to a minimum was not to get too involved. It didn’t matter if it was a job or a man—I didn’t keep either long enough to emotionally invest, and that meant I could walk away from either without it hurting. Losing a job wasn’t a problem—I was over it the moment I left. Not having any money was more of an issue.

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